Date: 15 Apr 2002 18:00:12 -0700
From: Dave
Subject: Paul the Teacher (Incest, b/mmm, m/MM. M/M)
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Paul the Teacher
By
Dave
At the height of the depression, 1935, I was eight years
old. With three older brothers it was always easy to find one
willing to take me on the Red Car (commuter train) from
Pasadena to the Long Beach New Pike Fun Park. For those that
don't know, back then the Pike had the largest wooden roller
coaster in southern California. Today, where the pylons of the
roller coaster were sunk into the Long Beach Bay it is now
filled in and the Long Beach Auditorium and Convention
Center stands.
The waterfront road was populated with arcade games of
chance, fast food, tattoo parlors and thrill rides. It was the
perfect place for young boys to spend a summer's day.
My oldest broth, Harry was a sophomore in high school.
He was the first one of my brothers to find a way to get me in
bed with him and teach me how to masturbate. That led to him
teaching me to suck his cock until he would come in my mouth;
and I learned to love the taste. For the next two years I sucked
him almost every night and most morning before school and
after he pissed. When he graduated from school he left home.
I was ten then and the next oldest brother, Mark was now
a sophomore and all too willing to have me suck him dry. He
seemed to have a perpetual hard-on. He would also have me
service his friends. My third brother, Clark was twelve at the
time and he found out what was going on and wanted in on the
action too. I had an affair with him that included the same kind
of sucking and swallowing, that until I went into the Navy
following graduation from high school. It resumed whenever I
returned home, and lasted until I married for the first time. I
never lacked for a penis to fill my mouth, and I relished each
swallow of cum.
On December 7, 1941 I was fourteen years old and was
busy sucking my second brother's cock just before lunch when
Clark burst in to tell about the Japanese attach on Pearl Harbor.
Of course I was too young to enlist, but I watched as Harry and
Mark both enlisted. I knew my chances of sucking either of
them off for a while was pretty remote.
I worked hard at school so I could graduate by the time I
was 17 and my parents reluctantly allowed me to join the Navy.
I was stationed on a Destroyer, following boot camp and
various schools. Fortunately for me, my ship was newly
commissioned and on its' shake-down cruise on VJ-Day, so I
never saw combat action, but plenty of cock-sucking action!
My ship did, however, proceed to Hawaii on maneuvers.
Following that, we steamed for Shanghai, China where we
made home port while transporting mail and currency to port of
Tsingtao in northern China. Although we saw no hostile action,
we were subjected to the shelling of our liberty boats by the
Communist Chinese bunkered in the hills above Tsingtao.
I was surprised to find aboard ship that there were a lot of
men that enjoyed sucking and being sucked as much as I did.
We had close to 300 horny men on the ship with almost no
sexual outlet other than jacking off and engaging in sex with
each other. I was first approached by a couple of older guys
from my Division to service them. Then a Master Chief found
out about me and a new chapter in my sexual development
opened with my enthusiastic cooperation. That was my first
time with an older man.
The Chief was an alcoholic that always had a bottle
hidden away to keep him from climbing the walls. He had
white hair on his head and body, and was slim and the first
uncircumcised penis I had even gotten close to in my life. The
Chief wanted more that me just to suck him off. He wanted me
to let him fuck me. I was not into that very much, but I could
not refuse him. He would skin back his cock and come in my
mouth. I loved the feel of the loose skin in my mouth as I
sucked him. Then after he rested and had a drink he would
bend me over his bunk and fuck me. Eventually some officers
heard about me. I was called upon many a night servicing a
few of the officers both orally and anally. Soon, I was the
center of what passed for the nearest thing to an orgy that the
close quarters of the ship allowed. I was clearly in a cock-
sucker's heaven!
When the War was over I had a few of years left in the
Navy and was assigned the duty of putting ships into mothballs.
That had me visiting ports from Seattle to San Diego. I found
men in all the ports willing to enjoy the body of a young sailor,
and I thoroughly enjoyed the additional time in the Navy.
When I got out of the Navy I returned to Pasadena and
went to college to get a teaching degree from UCLA.
In graduate school I discovered glory holes and enjoyed
anonymity of sucking cocks and never knowing who they were.
During this time I married and for four years enjoyed all
kinds of kinky sex with my wife, with occasional forays to
worship cocks at glory holes and like-minded friends of all
ages. It ended because her parents interfered with our lives.
They made her feel like I was not able to support her the way
they felt I should. Neither my wife nor her parents knew about
my cock-sucking proclivities and the double life I led.
After the divorce I quit my job at a high school teacher,
and joined the Air Force. I was stationed in Japan, where my
sexual activity for the most part was heterosexual, again with
occasional exciting forays into delights of male to male sex and
the anonymity of glory holes and porno theaters. I married
again, this time to a lovely Japanese woman; we've had a
highly satisfactory sex life for 45 years. We never had children
of our own.
When I got out of the Air Force we moved to San
Francisco, and I resumed my teaching career; this time in a
private boy's school where the scenery was all that I could
desire. However, my activities never involved any of the boy
candy. I continued to have an occasional one-night fling with a
strange man. When I reached fifty, I got what I suppose you
could call "The 50 year itch". I once again started visiting
adult bookstores, peep shows, porn theaters just to find glory
holes and sometimes to pick up men. There was a never-ending
supply of feeders in all of the places I frequented, and I made
the most of it. Spending an afternoon there, I often sucked off
as many as 5 to 7 men, savoring their cum, and frequently
making arrangements for further meetings.
When I retired at 65, I joined a friend's weekly group sex
sessions in his beautiful secluded home. There I was presented
with a group of men in ages from 19 to 75, all of them were
into every kind of man-sex imaginable. The only rule was that
there would be no pain, scat or coercion. Other than that,
anything was permitted. I was with the group up to a couple of
years ago, when I became hors de combat, and began a life of
solitary pleasures, including surfing the web for stories and chat
rooms. I have met a number of interesting men, and find that
the delights of the Internet are enough to satisfy me. I still
fantasize, of course, about the joys of the past, and enjoy
sharing my fantasies with others. I am a contented man.
Retired, with a lovely, loving wife, and the whole Internet to
stimulate my mind and my body, and memories of wonderfully
varied sex life; can any man ask for more at 75?
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